it's amazing how attached i've gotten to this little island that i live on.

last year, when mike was finding a job and we were trying to figure out where we were going to live, we both thought "oh, it'd be nice to stay in the city. we like it here."

this year, the very thought of moving out makes me really depressed. we were considering new brunswick in jersey (that's where mike's job is), but have since scrapped that plan in favor of staying closer to any potential stage managing jobs for me.

then we considered jersey city. it's right across the river - we can SEE it from our current apartment for pete's sake - (oh, goodness, is that a see-russia-from-my-house joke?) - and we can get twice the square footage for half the price. but every time we think about it, our gut reaction is "ugh. jersey."

i don't know what it is about manhattan that we would miss so much. the crowds? (it's tourist season. do not get me STARTED on the crowds) the trash? the awful awful smells? the way you don't meet people's eyes on the street?

on the other hand, new york heat in the summer would make anyone want to leave. maybe that's why everyone goes to the hamptons. i'll put that on the vacation schedule for next year.